listen now
the evening smell of lime
and salt
the days hoarse whisper
yawned close
the night
sits away
debating
itself
time
now
for the story
angels dance
on lightning strikes
off water
people huddle
mumbling easy
prayers
into the now
ancient
holy
rocks
the night
always come quickly
here
the sun
is only a guest
About Me
- The Wound Dresser
- Brooklyn, NY
- Lover of Annie,my kids, Jesus,The Mets,poetry,Whitman,Blake,Akmatova,Pasternak,Patti Smith,Bach,Glenn Gould, Dylan,butterflies,Willie Mays,ragas cedar and sandalwood, ,the Detroit red Wings,rose bushes worn out jeans and dogs, soup in the winter,,The Clash and Aretha, Marvin Gaye and Curtis Mayfield,Dylan Thomas Wilfred Owen and Nusrat, baseball gloves,The Dead and Mingus,,mangoes,Terry Riley and Nikhil Banerjeee ,Bonhoeffer, Rumi,Tom Seaver,Roberto Clemente ,Gospel of John,old ballparks,small churches, Stained glass the smell of a wood fire , smell of rain, ,dark chocolate and the word Daddy spoken by one of my children, Wavy Gravy, Tie dye,the circus, Corita,,singing bowls, flowers and the hubble telescope
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